Paulypeeps

Living room - just peeing down my legs while chatting and letting it soak in to the carpet.

Dining room - just peeing through my skirt in to the seat while eating during the dinner party.

I can think of a good idea.

Picture the scene, a nice urban café. A smartly dressed business woman comes in to the café to meet with her (probably female, and equally smartly dressed) colleagues.

They are all standing around a table discussing very important work when she just starts to pee, letting her pee run down her stockinged legs from under her tight suit skirt. We see her pee make its way down her legs, over her shoes, and form a neat puddle around her feet.

No one acknowledges that she is peeing, or even notices. She just carries on chatting like it is the most normal thing in the world to just stand there and pee. The Barrista brings their coffees and she does not pause her peeing at all, taking a sip of her coffee with pee still running down her legs.

They complete their business, and she leaves. Just stepping out of her puddle and leaving wet footprints all the way to the door.

When I used to wet my bed I just changed the sheets as normal once a fortnight. I just peed when I was in bed though, I did not go out of my way to pee in bed!

I don't travel in taxis very often, so have not had the opportunity to pee in one yet (I normally pee in the club while checking my appearance in the mirror on the way out!), but the last time I was in a taxi the driver noticed that I was bare under my skirt and felt the need to get his dick out and start stroking it. I guess this is normal behaviour for taxi drivers!

I guess that if I did need to pee I would be discreet and not let on, you are quite brave having the discussion!

On 11/18/2022 at 4:55 PM, 1badboy said:

What are the best public carpet peeing experiences you have had?

I pee on carpet a lot when I go clubbing and in the pub. It is nice chatting to tourists with pee running down my legs and soaking in to the pub carpet.

I guess that the best experience was when I was at a work event. I was invited to a little do as a mark of thanks for participating in an activity, and all the top brass were there. I found myself chatting with the MD and he suggested that I might like to see the board room next door. It was nice to be taken in to the room on the other side of the building and see the view over that side of the city. While the MD was generally chatting about the board room and how the table was a bit too big and how he wanted to take out a dozen or so seats I felt a little tingle in my bladder. As he chatted and I nodded at appropriate times it seemed perfectly natural to attend to my bladder's needs and just relax a little and let my pee run gently down my legs.

It was lovely standing there in the boardroom feeling the warmth soaking in to my fishnet stockings and warming my feet as I emptied my bladder and took in the view and learned all about the boardroom. I did not dare look down but I am sure that my pee must have soaked away nicely in to the carpet. Fortunately we left by a different door so no one stepped on the squishy wet carpet.

I think that the best way to start is to put on a black skirt and go to the cinema. Drink plenty before you go and take a huge drink in with you. Once settled in and watching the film you can wet yourself and enjoy the warmth soaking in to your seat. You can wonder if anyone sitting nearby knows what you are doing and how convenient it is.

When it is time to leave you can wonder if anyone notices that your seat does not tip up on its own and that you have to tip it up yourself. As you walk out you can feel the pee dripping from your skirt of to the back of your legs and wonder if anyone has noticed.

Next time perhaps wear a light turquoise skirt instead for a bit of an exhibitionist experience...

I hate desperation. Much nicer to just confidently pee wherever you happen to be.

Lovely to hear this. I saw a farmer on the telly once explaining that the corn once harvested from the 'Maize Maze' would have to go for animal feed because some people spend so long in the maize they end up peeing on it and it can no longer be declared fit for human consumption. I now know this to be true!

I was sitting on my friend's sofa chatting one day. When she went upstairs to pee in the toilet I decided to pee too, but I just peed between the cushions of her sofa instead. It was much more convenient.

You have not said how big the budget is, but if it were big enough I think I might commission a soap opera where there is almost continuous nonchalant wetting to help promote the wonders of the nonchalant wetting lifestyle. I am sure that way our numbers would grow an I would find myself in a community of more than one!

When I first wondered what it would be like to wet my bed. I intended to just do a little spurt to see what it would be like, but after thinking I had released a bit but had not, then thinking I had done a reasonable amount but had just released no more than a drip I finally managed to do a proper spurt of pee.

It felt really nice, and of course it soon soaked away in to my mattress. I thought that since it felt so nice I should do another spurt - so I did.

Of course in a very short time I had released so many little 'just another spurt won't hurt' spurts that my bladder was empty.

I became hooked on wetting my bed every night until my mattress springs rusted through.

Don't forget the wonderous property of fishnet stockings to wick your pee down your legs invisibly, and the utility of open toed platform heels to keep your feet out of any puddle you might make.

You might like to have a section on things to pee on for maximum stealth like dark patterned upholstery and industrial carpet.

...and remembering to tip the pee-laden seat up when leaving the cinema.